I'm sorry I was being an asshole to you tonight in the Duane Readeby
unintentionally trying to skip you and not backing down. It was the
mojitos + the adrenaline with running around teeter tottering on my blue
wedges, the balls of my feet burning.
I didn't mean it.
You've got balls though.
PS. We can hash it out over frozen cosmos anyday of the week *wink*